T.I. - "Sorry" (Feat. Andre 3000)

Is that an apology to Big Boi, Andre? T.I.'s new single "Sorry" featuring Andre 3000 is just what music's been missing. The six-minute soulful track, produced by Jazze Pha, serves as the perfect backdrop for Tip's smooth flow and Andre's flawless verse. For every person who complains that "rap just isn't what it used to be," this record is the perfect flashback to that hip-hop he/she used to love. Universal Music Publishing Group/Surf Club's hit songwriter Stacy Barthe sings a beautiful, heartfelt hook before 3 Stacks delivers yet another rare verse that gives some insight into why he left the game in the first place before shedding light on his decision to pursue his dreams rather than settle with his family. Likewise, Tip talks the road from nothing to something, giving some insight to life in his hometown. Check out the song below, and Andre's verse lyrics courtesy of RapGenius under that.

What it ain't, What it is?Even if you gotta liveI learned that apartment is way more exciting than a big ass house on a hillI used to be a way better writer and a rapperWhen I used to want a black Karmann GhiaNow a nigga speeding in a PorscheFeeling like I'm going off a courseCut these fuck niggas offNigga TIP in my life scream that till im horseDuck these get the fuck off me projectiles, bitch you ain't really got a choiceI'm living my life live yoursI don't even like rapping fast, but that's how the world come to meTalk to me sideways nigga that's your assSlow it down, this that shit that'll make you call your mommaSay hey I'm sorry for begging for all them clothes you couldn't affordAnd this the type of shit that'll make you call your rap partnerAnd say I'm sorry I'm awkward, my fault for fuckin' up the toursI hated all the attention so I ran from itFuck it if we did, but I hope we ain't lose no fans from itI'm a grown-ass kid, you know ain't never cared about no damn moneyWhy do we try so hard to be stars, just to dodge commentsAnd this that shit that'll make you call your baby mamaWhen you gone on half a pill, don't know why but that I didThen you take a flight back to the crib, y'all make love like college kidsAnd you say all the shit you gon' do better, we can try this shit again'Round the time the dope wear off, you feel stupid, she feel lostThat's that dope, I mean, I mean dopamine you think Cupid done worn offWaiting in the hallway with her arms crossedHer baby boy face full of applesauceMaybe should have stayed but it ain't yo faultToo much pressure, I fell off, I'm sorryWas young and had to choose between youAnd what the rest of the world might offer me, shit what would you doWell I'd probably do it differently if second the chanceOnly if some cool ass older man would've let me know in advanceThis, this quarry, that is dug so deep in a father's chestWhen he feel that he's broken up his nestAnd he figured shit he was just doing the best that he couldWhich end up being the worst that he couldAnd all some pussy nigga on the internet can say is that verse ain't goodIt's boring - boring?Really?When I'm disgusted with this world and I can hardly breathe andTold so many lies, don't know what to believeI discussed it with this girl, and this is what she saidShe said lay down baby, baby, rest your weary head upI love these distractions but my mind don't wanna restBut my body disagree so I laid up on her breasts, yesOoooh, you are so fucking fineI woke up the next morning with new purpose on my mind